"I'd feel a lot better about trusting your nephew to keep his silence if he had something to lose if he didn't. I'm sure you can keep him in line for ...now, but what's to keep him from going off to school next week and telling everyone about his dyke Aunt getting her pussy licked by the Minister's wife?"Karyn was taken a little aback by Bernadette's language. In all the years she had known her, she had only heard her use profanity when she was in the heat of passion."I'm not sure what you mean,. She let her saree slip as she locked her door giving me a good view of her magnificent boobs; she kept adjusting her pallu as she stepped out of her house showing me her lovely and hauntingly deep navel. She always had a story to tell me. It was always sexually oriented. About some movie or some guy in the office or couples next door or the like. The heat in her body and her voice was unmistakable. It was not too long when her husband had to go on tour to Trichy on invigilation duty and she. It was a light, condescending sort of sound. Vincent was reminded of the chuckles of the men in the pool hall when a hustler finally hooked an unsuspecting player. Turning to his companion, he motioned to the door with a nod of his head. ‘Open it,’ he said. The other man stepped in as the first moved back, and laid one hand upon the metal lattice work between him and the door. In a rough, gravelly voice he murmured, ‘Not too bad.’ He slipped the hand through a space and touched the glass. I started blowing it as by this time this had become impossible to control myself. I was about to come when by chance due to excitement I hit the water pot that was on the bed and it fell on the ground with a big bang.I heard bhabhi immediately after this “kya hua?” I hurriedly put the sheet back covering my dick completely as she might be coming in the room and yes there she came opening the door. She said looking at the water pot on the floor “maine kaha tha na mai kar deti hu, kahi leg pe.